Poem -


Somebody's father, husband, lover or sonĀ 
Thought it would be cool to carry a gunĀ 
To kill a fellow human in the name of warĀ 
I scratch my head as I'm not so sureĀ 

Kill or be killed this gent would be toldĀ 
As the horrors were now starting to unfoldĀ 
What did this man think when he saw blood
The coolness now gives way to being misunderstoodĀ 

I'm sure this man will now be scarred
In his after war life will be difficult and hardĀ 
Carrying a gun is not all its cracked up to be
In this poem I'm sure you can plainly see